Spring-Turned Autumn

Love between you and me Knowingly or unknowingly Budded before we blossomed, But blossomed after we withered, Having gone onto hibernation, Fortunately or unfortunately, In our spring of animation When we branched severally. Love between you and me Belatedly or befittingly Unfurled its stored fragrance And permeated our inner sense Only in our autumn of emptiness When we headed for senescence, And yet gives us a new sensation As though we’re back to spring. Love between you and me Uniquely or uncommonly Bloomed, not like a flower That in spring opens with vigour And ends with bearings in summer, But one, seeded before carnal sphere, Still out-living our carnal desire To bring to the fall the eternal Spring. Love between you and me Intently and intrinsically Is a Jasmine in its emergence That exudes to us only fragrance Which we breathe with all innocence Without disturbing others’ balance. Love for each other gives us all the vibes To feel ever springs and no falls. Blossomed in autumn Our naïve love, And brought to autumn Ever spring now 25.03.1999